I miss my piece of trash best friend and I’d like things to go back to normal again pls

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I miss my piece of trash best friend and I’d like things to go back to normal again pls
Oops, Emotions II Lisette & Raeger
What was she thinking? Why did she have to take French, of all languages? It was becoming increasingly impossible for Lisette to remember anything between classes.
At the library, pen in hand, and assignments spread out all before her...Lisette wondered if it was possible to switch classes. No amount of studying was doing her any good, and asking questions in class only confused her even more.
She let out a sigh and leaned back in her chair, hands covering her face.
Meaning that she couldn’t see anyone reacting to her evident frustration.
@bxtch-peas
Our Boy
My dear Gaius, News does find a way to travel fast these days, particularly concerning royalty. Today I heard the grave news that Arthur had lost his life and that the wonderful Gwen has taken her rightful place on his throne. Though, however selfish this may sound, I could not think of anything other than our beautiful Merlin. This must be killing him. I know our boy loved Arthur dearly, he was his King and friend, and gave Merlin a life we could never have dreamt of. I do hope he does not blame himself, or regret anything he has done, I know for a fact he used to look back on his failures very often as a boy. I will never forget the pain I saw in those blue eyes, the pain you must now be witness to. I wish dearly for you to send him my love, to tell him I think of him everyday, for I cannot begin to start writing to him, with no idea what to say to put things right. I regret that I am getting older now, and too weak to travel the distance to Camelot, for I would do anything to hold his hand once more. Please tell him there is always a place in Ealdor for him, even for just one night. He needs support, though I know you will give him that every breath you take. He should not feel alone. Take care my sweet Gaius, and help our boy find his way again as I know you will, Always thinking of you, Hunith. Gaius slowly folded up the parchment, tears tracking their way down his wrinkled face. Merlin was already lost. He would never return to Ealdor...he would never return to Camelot. It killed the physician to think it, but Merlin was gone. The young, brave, amazing warlock, the boy who lit up any room as soon as entering it, had died along with his best friend and King. How could he tell her? How could he tell her that her son was lost, that Gaius had no idea where he was but knew he would never come back? The grief would kill her, just as it was slowly beginning to kill him. Merlin's favourite supper sat waiting for him, though it was long cold, having been made almost 2 weeks before. But his old ward could not bear to throw it out, hoping with every breath he had left that the one he loved most in this world would come bumbling through the door any second. Alas, in his heart he knew he never would. It was too late. Long live the King. Long live Emrys.
Just an old-er short fic I wrote, I was sat here and suddenly had Gaius/Hunith post finale emotions so thought I'd share them with you too. The fic features on my A03 and Fanfiction.net accounts if you wished to leave comments or kudos.
Nurse Me
"Bloody fucking moron." Albus muttered. He’d made Apollyon lie face down on the bench in the locker room, his shirt tossed aside, long forgotten. "What kind of fucking promise did you break? It sounded cool, your god damn tattoos burning, when you explained it, but I didn’t think it would be like this. You go through this every time?" It almost sounded like worry, in his voice, if you paid enough attention.
Somehow, despite how much he’d always wanted to kick Apollyon in the balls, they’d wound up sort of friends. And then now, here they were, one of them pissed off and worried, and the other injured by his own hand. It wasn’t anywhere he’d have expected to end up.
"Don’t fucking worry about it, it’ll go away. It’s a reminder, so I don’t forget."
"A fucking reminder. You’re a moron. You shouldn’t need to burn yourself to blisters to remember something." Even as he said it, the words angry and tense, he was laying cloths soaked in cold water over the burns. He wanted to fix it, so that he could properly tell the other boy how much of an idiot he was.
Part of him was angry at Apollyon for doing this to himself, and part of him was angry at himself for letting himself care enough to let it affect him. He didn’t know for a fact that he could trust the other boy, didn’t know if a friendship would work, didn’t know if they’d end up hating each other, and yet, here he was, worried fucking sick over him, over something that had happened before, and, apparently, would continue happening.
"Christ," he said, his voice softer than before. "I wish you didn’t feel like you needed to do this. I respect that you do, but I want you to be very aware that I wish you didn’t."
I really fucking miss being in a relationship. I miss the smiles. I miss the laughter. I miss the cuddling. I miss always having someone there. I miss late nights. I miss hearing someone's heartbeat when I lay on their chest. I miss teasing someone. I miss always having someone to cry on. I miss feeling that everything is okay. I miss not feeling judged. I miss random little notes and gifts. I miss the bad jokes. I miss the inside jokes. I miss counting down the days until another full month has passed. I miss having my hair played with. I miss getting massages. I miss seeing someone's eyes light up when they see me. I miss holding hands, a simple gesture that meant so much. I miss hearing "I love you." I miss forehead kisses. I miss the naps. I fucking miss so much more. Please. I just want to feel all of this with someone once more.
NOPE I WAS TOTALLY PLANNING ON BEING FULL OF FEELS THIS MORNING
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listening to taylor swift has made me think about this time last year, and how up in the air my life was, and how confused and unhappy i was. and now i'm just so happy. with everything.